Mukuro deftly skipped out of the way and laughed. The sound didn't travel far in the rain, but it was still loud. If everyone weren't inside sheltering from the rain, he might have brought down the local law enforcement on himself. He still might, if he didn't hurry on his merry way.

"Careful," he sneered, "y'wouldn' wan' others t'step on yous an' lose their footin'." Contemptuously, he aimed a kick at the fallen boy's side. It really was a pity the kid seemed spastic; Mukuro would have liked to have a tussle with them. Brawn was pretty much the only way to earn any respect on the streets, and while he didn't look it, there was strength in his slim arms. Sure, he couldn't out-muscle any of the real fighters, but that's where his cunning came in handy.